Time is Passing


times passing 

as i lay cooped up in this bed,

with only seven more months to go

i cant help

staring at the walls

the floor,

a book and my feet.

boredom has begun to set in 

as i lay in the cotton cavern of hope

praying that i can make magic…

not the illusion 

that’s been eluding me

I want to make magic 


and nurture it 

within me 

as i lay, 

feet in the air

calm and collected

thanking god for another day,

another time 

another chance to make life 




One Comment Add yours

  1. PassionPoet says:

    this is a beautiful reflective piece …. wonderful…

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